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“45” is actually just one of the ages I’ve heard, but it of course is both anecdotal (well, there have been some studies done), and is going to vary with different people and in different circumstances.
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Sitting on recliners in Val’s living room, Val and her friend Jo talk over mixed drinks. Jo says, “it is kind of ironic.” Val asks, “what is?” Jo says, “that you saved my life when I tried to kill myself with sleeping pills in high school, and then we formed a suicide pact.” Val disagrees strongly and says emphatically, “totally not ironic! That’s why we came up with the suicide pact.” Val stands up, unable to contain her energy by sitting, and says, “if you’d succeeded, I’d have been stuck going through life without my best friend.” Val calms down and says as clearly as she can to Jo, “our pact means neither of us gets left behind.” Jo drinks and replies, “yeah. Fair.” Val asks her, “so, what’re you going to do for your remaining time?” Jo replies, nonplussed, “I’d say ‘make lots of lovin” but finding someone feels like an awful lot of effort.” Sobered by this reply, Val says, “yeah. What is it they say? That statistically, women start becoming invisible at 45?” Very amused by this, Jo snort-laughs and says, “Well, that one came and went.”
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